The Fall Of Nature

I hold your peace and gentle breeze,
your graceful trees and blushing leaves
Your meandering rivers and small speckled shrooms
I watch as the young swallows dive,
dive down to feed and quickly rise
As dawn comes to fall,
To home return all 
For a darker day shall come once more

As the shafts of light illuminate dawn
A horror in place of peace and core,
I watch as this place becomes a coppice of ore
Great towering structures of concrete and tar,
All of us watch in mewls and sorrow,
We watch as we wait for a new tomorrow,
A tomorrow where all wrongs are corrected,
A tomorrow of dreams that will never come true.